Chapter 44 The Raven
The black wings that blotted out the sky transformed in an instant into countless fluttering ravens.
A dense, overwhelming black tide surged through the air.
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Mortals on earth are not capable of directly confronting such immense terror.
Therefore, when they looked up at the sky, the stars seemed dim and the moon seemed hazy, as if the night had suddenly become incredibly gloomy and somber, and even their emotions felt inexplicably oppressed...
Some poets with heightened inspiration, when they happen to look up at the sky, can vaguely see fluttering black wings and countless creatures hovering between the moon and the clouds...
It was like a feast for crows.
The poet rubbed his eyes and looked up again.
Then everything vanished...like a bizarre dream.
Argos, temple ruins.
The collapsed bronze tower caught fire on the back mountain.
The son of Zeus and Hera, clad in golden and crimson armor, felt an immense, invisible force in the heavens, like destiny itself, locking him in...
Under that power.
Even as one of the twelve Olympian gods, he couldn't easily break free...
It was a kind of lock-on, almost like fate, almost like an unbreakable curse...
From within the surging flock of crows, a huge, unsettling blood-red eye slowly opened from the black tide, its eerie pupils gazing upon everything in the mortal realm.
at the same time.
A hoarse, ancient, and strangely accented voice reached the ears of the gods from the heavens above.
Whether it is the chief god of Argos or the gods who are not here.
All of the twelve principal gods who reside in the Pantheon on Olympus.
They all heard a sentence, as if it were a predetermined destiny, an inviolable decree—
[The Olympian Spirits...]
[Listen—]
[Those who dwell atop the clouds, those who possess a sacred tablet.]
[The lifeblood of the Messiah must not be touched...]
[This is the law of the highest authority.]
Endless crows circled in the air, their countless cries transforming into words.
It seemed to be announcing a death.
It also resembles the sorrow of something ancient and forgotten.
The golden-red war god atop the temple ruins, wielding a spear bathed in the blood of the Messiah, listened to the lament of the crows in the sky. A surge of anger rose within him, and his deep voice soared into the heavens—
"An arrogant, nameless evil god..."
"You are showing contempt for the gods of Olympus..."
"You will pay a heavy price for your arrogance..."
The warlike Ares, consumed by rage, transformed into a crimson meteor, soaring into the sky. His dazzling red light illuminated the heavens, turning the swarming, night-covering crows a crimson expanse, like an endless sea of blood rolling across the heavens...
The crows were churning, and the intense red light, after rushing into the black tide, did not wreak havoc as expected.
Within that single, crimson eye, hidden among the crows, black, twisted mist coalesced into a massive spear, imbued with an aura of darkness, death, and eternity, like a shooting star, like divine punishment.
It pierced through Ares's spirit and flesh in an instant.
The golden divine blood was devoured by the endless ravens, and even the flesh and blood were pecked away and eaten.
As Ares's figure fell from the sky—
All that remained was a glistening skeleton.
The voice of the Lord of Ravens echoed once more in the minds of the gods:
[Those stained with the blood of the Messiah...]
[If so...]
But before he could finish speaking...
Rumble—
A bolt of lightning struck the falling skeleton of the God of War.
immediately.
The remains of the God of War then vanished into thin air.
Above the sky, dark clouds began to churn, lightning began to gather, and the eye of the storm, which was gathering, seemed to rival the flock of crows in the other half of the sky...
Immediately afterwards, the surging lightning and thunder intertwined with the crows and black mist in the sky, sometimes darkening, sometimes flashing, sometimes with ten thousand bolts of lightning piercing the night, sometimes with endless cries and wails from the crows...
And just as the situation in the heavens was in utter chaos...
It comes from who knows where.
A drop of water appeared in the sky.
That drop of water flowed towards the direction of the thunder and dark clouds.
And the instant the dark clouds and thunder touched that single drop of water—
"Ughhh—"
A mournful wail, laced with electronic music, resounded through the sky.
immediately.
The eye of the storm in the sky gradually dissipated, melting into the boundless night like ice...
The endless flock of crows in the night seemed to pause for a moment, but soon it understood everything.
Then the black crows that filled the entire sky slowly disappeared...
It transformed into a dark gold raven with a golden ring on its head.
The water droplet that had pierced through the thunderclouds slowly floated up again beside the crow...
Everything fell silent.
The Olympian gods also disappeared.
This war between gods came to an end with the victory of the Lord of the Ravens...
Meanwhile, the paths of the stars in the night sky also came to an end...
Dawn breaks.
Dawn slowly broke through the darkness.
Golden light pierced through the cracked clouds.
A near-spectacular Tyndall effect formed over the city of Argos...
The warm rays of the rising sun shone on the ruins of the temple, illuminating the weeping Yara...
A crow with a golden ring on its head landed lightly in front of him...
Yara's eyes were hollow, as if her soul had been drained, and her whole body was soaked in blood...
He looked sadly at the dark golden raven and knelt on the ground. Weak and in pain, he choked out:
"Lord of the crows..."
My wife is dead...
"And my child, who never saw the light of day, is dead..."
"Is this the price to become the Messiah?"
The lord of the crows, with a golden halo above his head, blocked out the sunlight with his wings in mid-air.
It did not speak immediately.
Instead, it slowly presented a suspended drop of water to Yara.
Then, its ancient and hoarse voice came through—
[Messiah...]
[Anoint your wife with the water of the holy spring...]
[All your worries...]
[The Lord has already arranged everything...]
Yara was slightly taken aback.
He gazed at the sacred spring water before him, shimmering with iridescent colors and faintly glowing with gold...
He was completely mesmerized...
He recalled the moment when God personally anointed him with holy water...
Immediately, tears welled up in his eyes...
He rose, dragging his weak body, and gently extended two fingers to touch the holy water floating before his eyes...
The glistening water droplets trembled slightly on Yara's fingertips, warm and gentle.
Yara was extremely excited.
He quickly picked up his wife's cold body...
Following God's original method, I used my fingers, dipped in holy water, to make a horizontal and a vertical stroke.
A cross.
I gently and evenly applied it to my wife's forehead.
The next moment, a miracle occurred—
The holy water slowly seeped into his wife's entire body, and her whole body emitted a golden light.
The water of that sacred spring merged into the wife's soul.
The water from the holy spring then passed through the umbilical cord and the placenta to the infant in the womb who had not yet seen the light of day.
The offspring possessing the blood of the Messiah, while still in the embryonic stage, received a baptism of the holy spring through the mother's womb...
So much so that his soul was purer than that of mortals, and his body stronger than that of mortals.
And he, too, will eventually inherit the Messiah's blood...
Inheriting the will of his father...
Become, the new generation—
Messiah.
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